I am writing this from the comfort of my home because I have no other choice - I cannot leave. An unexpected snow day is a delight. The kids were stoked to stay home and fight with each other and I was particularly enthusiastic about doing laundry mid-week rather than avoiding it all week to run out of clothes on the weekend.
However, it was a pretty lovely day. The sun was shining, the sound of snowblowers echoed sweetly throughout the neighbourhood and my fleece blanket was warm and cozy. Yes, I napped for two hours before lunch. It's not my fault. I was tired. I
addition to shovelling two metres of snow from the backyard while my husband snowblowed the driveway, I had a brief interlude swimming through a six-foot-high snowbank to retrieve my daughter's snow shovel which she had "accidentally" thrown off the deck they were supposed to be shoveling.
Plus, snow pants and snowboots are heavy and clomping around in them makes you tired.
It is a weird feeling being trapped at your house. After about fifteen minutes of enjoying the time at home, I start to pace around the house thinking about all of the things that that we don't have at home that we desperately need right now. Things like peppermint oil and Epson salts and citric acid so I can try making my own bath bombs.
What I really need to buy is lye so I can make my own soap. This is really important. What if we run out of soap: This is an outrage. I need to leave. Right now. Where is the snow plow?
After a few moments of extreme panic, we all go outside and play in the ridiculously large snowbanks. My husband teaches my son the fine art of digging tunnels in the snow and I trudge behind my daughter, picking her up and putting her boots back on after she loses them.
Making an amateur mistake, I rest for a moment in the snow and sit down, forgetting that I was walking on six feet of snow. Once I was down, I had a hard time getting out and there was no chance of remaining graceful while I did so. Graceful, of course, had already left the building and got stuck on the road outside because no one looka graceful decked out for a Prince George winter.
But I was warm.
The mid-week break was welcome but I will be glad once I can leave the house to track down soap-making materials.
Just in case.
